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by Ashamed Nov 24, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / other
While I stare in her eyes, she doesn’t realise Why I tell all the lies, which makes her sigh But the truth is I wish for what I rejected before, If I could go back for sure, I’d develop a cure. I hope it’ll get better, and we’ll end up together, But I seem to get wetter, I stay under the weather. Why do I now see, the beauty of this tree? She’s alone just like me, but filled with pretty leaves. I want what I could, have had and I should Have taken the chance, I was just in a trance. And now I regret, what could have been great, And I just want to let, my life seal its fate.